My Soul Soars to the Sky

So, another poem from Crimson. Still a little rusty and needs to be polished up, but I think that it's alright so far.

The pitch
Black
Consumes my whole,
Swimming,
Deeper,
Into my soul.

The echoes
Reverberating
Throughout the hall,
Closer,
Faster,
I can’t feel at all.

The Dark
Face
Concealed in a cloak of jealousy,
Faster,
Closer,
To die must be my only destiny.

The knife
Glinting
As he raises my death high,
Plunges,
Downward,
My soul soars to the sky.

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Crimsona
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xD I can't believe I spelt that wrong! -shot-

Thank you both for your feeback, I do agree with the 'Throughout' part, and will change that. :)
Thanks again!

~Crimmy

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ultraviolet
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The echoes
Reverberating
Through the hall,
Closer,
Faster,
I can’t feel at all.


That line flows well enough, but I think it would flow better if you did "Throughout the hall." This is merely my opinion, but I think that adding the syllable will pick up the speed, matching it to the rest of the poem, instead of slowing it down.

My soul sours to the sky.


I believe you mean "soars," which is spelled with an A not a U.

Overall, I like this poem. The rhymes sound natural, not forced, though they are often perfect rhymes. I also like the flow, the structure. I like the message this holds, how, while not clearly saying that she is being murdered, you get a vivid picture of the happenings. It wasn't confusing, either, which can happen a lot in poetry.

loveness, ultraviolet <3

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Abigail_W.
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Hey Crimson! I have one correction, but it's pretty vital: your soul sours to the sky. Sour isn't a verb, unfortunately. Hmm. That's kind of funny, though. I couldn't imagine a sour soul flitting up to the sky.

On the plus side, I really like the repetition you use throughout the poem. Repetition is a great quality of poetry, and it's hard to use it without being boring. You weren't boring at all, though, so congrats!



In a world too often governed by corruption and arrogance, it can be difficult to stay true to one's literary and philosophical principles.
— Lemony Snicket